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-it J. KIKEH & SON,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
■ Will practice in all the Courts of the Cher
okee Circuit ; Supreme Court of Georgia, and
the United States District Court at Atlanta,
fin. Office: Sutheast corner of the Court
House, Calhoun, Ga.
f\VIN~& MILNER,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CALHOUN, GA
Will practice in all the Superior Courts of
of Cherokee Georgia, the Supreme Court of
the State and the United States District and
Circuit VJourts, at Atlanta.
•pANKIN & NEEL,
ATTORNEYS AT LAW,
CALHOUN, GA.
Office : Court Howie Street.
j 1). TINSLEY,
VVatch-Maker & Jeweler,
CAL OUX, GA.
All styles of Clocks, Watches and Jewelry
ready repaired and warranted.
pui'E WALDO THORNTON, D. D. S..
DENTIST.
A Office over Geo. W. Wells & Co.’s Agvicul-
W tural Warehouse.
M. DOS WELL,
PHOTOGRAPHER,
Caliioun, Ga.
1 respectfully call the attention of those
desiring good pictures to the fact that they
cad he supplied at my gallery.
lyflSS C. A. HUDGINS,
Milliner & Mantua-Maker,
Court House t., Calhoun, CJa.
Patterns of the latest styles and fashion
for ladies just received. Gutting and
Making done to order.
J 11. ARTHUR,
DEALER IN
GENERAL MERCHANDISE,
RAILROAD STREET,
Calhoun, Go.
J. MIDDLETON.
Dkai.kr in
FAMILY GROCERIES,
CALHOUN, GEO.
A superior stock always on hand. For
cash everything will be sold at amazingly
low figures. Give me a call.
MUSIC! MUSIC!
A large variety of new and select music
direct from Philadelphia, kept constantly on
hand and for sale by Mrs. J. E. Parrott.—
She also gives notice that she will instruct
in music at her residence. Terms, per month,
5?4.00 ; use of instrument, f>o cunts. Recep
tion days, Tuesdays and Thursdays.
NEW GROCERY STORE.
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I <3% "W“- Marsliall,
RAILROAD ST., OLD STAND OF
A. W. a xLLEW.
FRESH GOODS, SOUGHT FOR
CASH, AND WILL BE SOLD
FOR CASH ATTHE VERY
LOWEST PRICES.
Would respectfully nk his numerous
friends in Gordon county to come in and
see him before making purchases elsewhere.
Fall ami Winter Goods !
MRS. ANNIE HALL
Has now in store her fall and winter stock
of iashionable Millinery and Straw Goods,
consisting in part of Bonnets, Ladies’ and
Oiiklren’s Hats, White Goods, Ladies’ Un
derwear, Ribbons, Laces, Flowers, &c , with
a " endless variety of
TRIMMINGS OF ALL KINDS.
Cutting, fitting and making dresses a spe
cLlty, All work done with care, neatness
lu ‘d dispatch. Prices reasonable. Give me
9 C; HI. MRS. ANNIE HALL.
/ T" GRAY,
CALHOUN, GA,,
L prepared to furnish the public with
buggies and Wagons, bran new and warrant
(‘d. Repairing of all kinds done at short
not ice. Would call attention to the celc
lated “Fish Brothers’ Wagon which he fur
'“■dies. Call and examine before buying
elsewhere.
§ TE AM EXGIN ES& BOILERS.
2, 4 & 6 Horse Power.
Oet the Cheapest and the Best
Address, M. L. GUMP & CO..
Room 4, Sun Building, N.Y.
VOL. V.
HE NEVER SA ir 1 IIS CHILD.
•‘My baby smiles, at last awake ;
The curtains let me draw,
And on my bosom take
The child he never saw.
‘♦He’ll come to-night, the wind's at rest,
The moon is full and fair !
I wear the dress that pleased him best,
A ribbon in my hair.
“So lately wed, so long away !
But, oh ! between is joy j
He left a wife : lie'll find to day
A mother and a boy.
“Be still, my heart! the sound I hear
Is not the step I know ;
But hope so perfect turns to fear, •
And bliss is nigh to woe.
“What voices now delay his tread,
Or plan a sweet surprise ?
Come, babe ! and we shall wake, instead,
The rapture of his eyes.”
The moonlight, through the open door,
Upon her forehead smiled,
Still feet and frozen heart they bore,
lie never saw his child 1
Bayard Taylor.
A BEAUTIFUL STORY.
Of what material must that heart be
composed which fails to respond to the
follov ing extract with a gush of sympa
thetic emotion. The incident related
is, in all its details, one of overwhelm
ing pathos. It occurred during the
Confederate war, a period that tried
the soul* and bodies of both men and
Women,and beautifully illurtrtes a strug
gle between the national affections of
the heart and the stern duties of* the
patriot soldier.
We take it from a speech of General
Cullen A. Rattle, delivered at Tuscum
bia, Alabama. Read it, and be repaid
an hundred fold :
During the winter of 1863-’G4 it
was my fortune to be President of one
of the courtmartials of the Army of
Northern Virginia. One bleak Decem
ber morning, while the sno\* covered
the ground and the winds howled
around our camp, I left my bivouac fire
to attend the session of the court. Wind
ing for miles along uncertain piths, I
at length arrived at the court ground
at Round Oak church. Day after day
it had been our duty to try the gallant
soldiers of that army, charged with
violations of military law ; but never
bad I on any previous occasion been
greeted by such anxious spectators as
on that morning awaited the opening of
the court. Case after case was dispos
ed of, and at length the case of
“The Confederate States vs Edward
Cooper” was called—charge, desertion.
A low murmur rose spontaneously from
the battle-scarred spectators, as a young
artillery man rose from the prisoner’s
bench, and in response to the question,
“Guilty or Not Guilty?” answered,
“Not Guilty.”
The Judge Advocate was proceeding
to open the prosecution, when the
Court, observing that the prisoner was
unattended by counsel, interposed and
inquired*of the accused: “W ho is your
counsel?” He replied “I have no
counsel.” Supposing that it was his
purpose to represent himself before the
court, the Judge Advocate was instruct
ed to proceed. Every charge and
specification against the prisoner was
sustained. The prisoner was then told
to introduce his witnesses. He replied.
“I have no witnesses.” Astonished at
the calmness with which he seemed to
be submitting to what he regarded as
inevitablejate, I said to him, have you
no defence ? Is it possible, that you
abandoned your comrades and deserted
your colors in the presence of the ene
my without any reason ? He replied,
“There was a reason, but it will not
avail me before a military court.” I
said : “Perhaps you are mistaken ; you
are charged with the highest crime
known to military law, and it is your
duty to make known the causes that
influenced your action.” Err the first
time his manly form trembled, and his
blue eyes swam in tears. Approaching
the President of the court he presented
a letter, saying as he did so, “There,
General, is what did it.” T opened
the letter, and in a moment my eyes
filled with tears —It was passed from
one to another of the court until all had
seen it, and those stern warriors who
had passed with Stonewall Jackson
through a hundred battles wept like
children. Soon as I sufficiently recov
ered my self-rosscssion, I read the let
ter as the defence of the prisoner. it
was in these words :
My Dear Eduard —I have always
been proud of you, and si nee your con
nection with the Confederate army I
have been prouder of you than ever be
fore. I would not have you do any
thing wrong for the world; but before
God, Edward, unless, you come home
we must die ! Last night I was arous
ed by little Flddie’s crying. I called
and said, “What's the matter, Eddie ?”
and he said, “Oh mamma, I’m so hun
gry !” And Lucy, Edward, your darl
ing Lucy ; she never complains, but.
she is growing thinner every day. And
before" God, Edward, unless you come
home we must die.
Your Mary.
Turning to the prisoner, I asked,
“What did you do when you received
this letter?” He replied : “I made
application for furlough and it was re
jected; again I made application and
it was rejected ; a third time I made
application and it was rejected, and
that night as l wandered backward and
forward in the camp, thinking of my
home, with the mild eyes of Lucy
locking up to me, and the burning
words of Mary sinking in my brain, 1
was no longer the Confederate soldier,
but I was the father of Lucy and the
husband of Mary. I would have passed
through the lines if every gun in the
battery had fired upon me ! I went to
my home. Mary r:.u to me, her angel
CALHOUN, GA., WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 11. 1874.
arms embraced me ; and she whis
pered, ‘O, Edward, I am so happy ! I
am so glad you got your furlough !’
She must have felt me shudder, for she
turned pale as death, and catching her
breath at every word, she said, ‘Have
you come without your furlough ? O,
Edward, Edward, go back ! go back ! Let
me and my children go down together
to the grave, but O, fur heaven’s sake,
save the honor of our name !’ And
here I am, gentlemen, not brought
here by military powe r , but in obedi
ence to the commands of Mary, to abide
the sentence of your court.”
Every officer ot that court-martial
felt the force of the words Before
them stood in beatic vision, the eloquent
pleader for a husband’s and father’s
wrongs; but they had been trained by
the great leader Robert E. Lee, to
tread the path of duty, though the
lightning’s flash scorched the ground
beneath their feet, and each in his turn
pronounced the verdict, guilty. For ll
tunately for humanity, fortunately for
the Confederacy, the proceedings of the
coui t were reviewed by the Command
ing General and upon the record was
written :
Headquarters A. N. V.
The finding of the court is approved.
The prisoner is pardoned, and will re u
port to his company.
R. E. Lee, General.
During the second battle of Cold
Harbor, when shot and shell were fall
ing “like torrents from the mountain
cloud,” my attention was directed* to
the fact that one of of batteries were
being silenced by the concentrated fire
ot the enemy. When I reached the
battery every gun but one had been
dismantled, and by it stood a solitary
Confederate soldier, with the blood
streaming from his side. As he recog
nized me, he elevated his voice above
the roar of battle and said, “General, 1
have one shell left; tell me have I
saved the honor of Mary ana Lucy ?” I
raised my hat. Once uiore a Confed
erate shell went crashing through the
rank of the enemy, and the hero sank,
by his gun to rise no more.
-- *3 E
The Solemn Book Agent.
He was tall and solemn and dignified.
One would have thought him a Roman
Senator on his way to make a speech on
finances, but he wasn’t—singularly
enough, he wasn’t. lie was a book
agent. He wore a linen duster, and his
brow was furrowed with care-lines, as if
lie had been obliged to tumble out of
bed every other night of his life to dose
a sick child. lie called into a tailor
shop on Randolph street removed his
hat, took his “Lives of Eminent Philos
ophers” from his cambric bag and ap
proached the tailor with :
T’d like to have you look at this rare
work,”
“I haf no time,” replied the tailor.
“It is a work which every thinking
man will delight to peruse,” continued
the agent.
“Zo ?” said the tailor.
“Yes, it is a work on which a great
deal of deep thought has been expended,
and is pronounced by such men as Wen
dell Phillips to be a work without a ri
val in modern literature.”
“Makes anybody laugh when he zees
it ?” asked the tailor.
“No, my friend, this is a deep, pro
found work as I have already said. It
deals with such characters as Theocritus,
Socrates, and Plato and Ralph Waldo
Emerson. If you desire a work on
which the most eminent authoi of our
day has spent years of study and re
search you can find nothing to compare
with this.”
“Does it shpeak about how to glean
cloze ?” anxiously asked the man of the
goose.
“My friend, this is no receipt book,
but an eminent work on philosophy, as
l have told you. Years were consum
ed in preparing this volume for the
press, and none but the clearest mind
could have grasped the subjects herein
discussed. If you desire food for deep
meditation you have it here.”
“Docs dis pook say something about
dor Prussian war ?” asked the tailor as
he threaded his needle.
“My friend, this is not an every-day
book, but a book on philosophy—a work
which will soon be in tie hands of every
profound thinker in the country. What
is the art of phil sophy ?Tbis book tells
us. Who were and who are our phi
.osophers ? Turn to these pagts for a
reply. As I said before, I don’t see
ho\£ you can do without it.”
“Und he don’t hafanydings about
some fun eh ?” inquired the tailor, as
tlie book was held out towards him.
“My friend, must I again inform you
that this is not an ephemeral work—
a collection of nauseous trash, but a
rare, deep work on philosophy. Here,
see the name of the author. That name
alone should be proof enough to your
mind that the work cannot be surpassed
for profundity of thought. Why, sir,
Gerrit Smith testifies to the greatness of
this volume!”
“I don’t know Mr. Schmidt I make
no cloze uiit him,” returned the tailor
in a dnub’ing voice.
“Then you will let me leave your
place without having secured your name
to this volume. I cannot believe it !
Behold what research ? Turn these
leaves ard see these gems of richest
thought! Ah! if we only had such
minds and such a pen ! But we can
read, in a measure we can like him.—
Every family should have his noble
work. Let me put vuur name down ;
thy?,book is only $12.”
“Zwelve dollars for der pook ! Zwelvc
dollar und he has r.oddings about der
war, und no fun in him, or say nod
dings how to get glean oloze ! What
vou take me for mister ? Go right away
mit dat pook or I’ll call der police and
haf you locked up pooty quick !”
How We Lived before the Revolution.
The costumes of the day were rich
and show} 7 . The judges wore in Mas
sachusetts scarlet robes with facings and
cuffs of black velvet, and powdered
wigs adorned with black siik bags
These robes in summer were of black
silk. In 1774 the Sheriff of York,
now in Maine, came out to meet the
court, coming on the circuit with six
of his deputies, all with gold laced hats,
ruffles, swords, etc. Nor did legal gen
tlemen monopolize brave apparel. The
overseer of Harvard College in 1754
had to frbid the students to wear gold i
and silver lace or brocade L ced and
embroidered garments of velvet and
flowered silk were commonly found in
gentleman’s wardrobes, and there was
one solid man of Boston, a thrifty mer
chant who went about his business in
green or purple and gold. Wigs gave
place to ques w'hen it w s seen that the
officers of Braddock’s army did not
wear the former. Artisans wore
leather aprons, and serving maids were
known by short gowrs of domestic stuff’.
What would th *y have thought of the
satin and silk which Bridget deems her
prerogative ? The ladies, according to
Copley’s paintings, preferred red satin
and pearls to any other. Red, indeed,
seems to have been a favorite color with
them, for the authorities of Philadel
phia in order to drive red cloaks out of
use (fur what reason we ddn’t know,)
took the novel but effective method of
dressing a woman in one tu go to the
gallows. The authorites of the Quaker
city seems, indeed, to have thought it
quite their duty to correct the fash ons,
for on another occasion they sought to
make the “tower” headdress ridiculous
by setting it on a very tall man’s head
and marching him through the streets
to the sound of a drum. Here is a
hint for the dress reformer. Low-neck
ed dresses were an abomination in Bos
ton long ago as 1691. It is no wonder
the public has at last got used to them.
Food was cheap. In 1740 meat, in
Boston retailed at two pence a pound,
and a twelve pound cod could be bought
for the same. Salmon weighing two
pounds sold for a shilling. Chocolate
was more used than coffee. Tectotalism
h.d not then been invented. Cider
was three shillings a barrel and univer
sally drank at meals in Massachusetts.
Flip and toduy were sinful drinks also
much in vague with our abandoned
ancestors. Madeira was the fivorite
wine all over the rum
punch found favor without distinction of
party. The students of ILyvard wete
allowed “in a sober manner to entertain
one another and strangers with it,” the
corporation having decided rum punch
“as it is now commonly made, an intox
icating liquor.” Now-a-days Massa
chusetts courts decide lager beer to be
intoxicating. Can it be that our heads
arc so much weaker than our fathers’?
There were plenty of chances to wet
one’s whistle in those days. One house
in every ten in Philadelphia sold drink,
in 1781. So the grand jury found.—
F. ]V. Frost in the Galatvy.
Too Many Wasps for One Man.
A gentle nan in Ilaitford Conn
the other day, obtained access to a tree
for the purpose of fastening a rope at
some distance from the ground, with
which to form a connection with an up
per window of his house, the objective
point being a clothes line. The tree
standing on a neighbor’s land, permis
sion was obtained to occupy it. In ol
der to have no serious obstacle to climb
ing, the gentleman stripped down to
pants and shirt, and “harnassed” the
tree bareheaded. He made a successful
ascent to an elevation of twenty feet at
least, and was about to tie a sailor’s
knot, when a wasp interviewed him.—
He dismissed the rope for a second and
brushed the wasp away, and turned his
attention To the rope again. More
wasps arrived suddenly, and several of
them stood upon his head, which is
slightly bald, and he dropped the rope
which was not yet tied. By th.s time
there was 1.979 wasp* holding a conven
tion about his person. He thought he
would adjourn, and did. hurriedly, fairly
sliding down the tree and leaving
patches of his trowsers along at inter
vals to show that he had been ther \
Some of the wasps came down, too. but
the most of them remained around the
rope, apparently wondering what it was
for. There are times when it is pleas
ter to be a wasp than a man—“ up a
tree.”
A ten-year OLD boy in the neighbor
hood of Ridgewood, Ills., is the subject
of prophecy. The prediction is that he
is bound to be President of the United
States. His present claims to the Pres
idency are based upon a practical joke
by which he outwitted his oil grand
father and at which he nearly died
laughing. The old man was a dead
shot with a rifle and went round pick
ing squirrels oft the tree tops in his
younger days. He b agged about bis
youthful skill and kept up the rifle
practice with success every squirrel
time. The ten 3-ear- >ld had heard
enough of it and thought he’d take the
old man down a peg or two. So he got
a stuffed squirrel and tied it to a limb
directly over til > squirrel hunter’s usual
hunting path in the woods. T hen the
boy got behind a log near the spot and
waited. The bait took, the boy enjoy
ed the noise and the old man’s per
plexity. The animal was surprisingly
tame. The ninth shot cut the string
and brought him down, but be was no
account as a stuffed squirrel. The boy
peered over the log and said, “Grand
dad, you knocked the stuffing out of
that fellow, anyhow.” Then the boy
ran. The old man despises the trick,
but rejoices that he is the progenitor of
a future President.
Mahomet’s Cat.
A writer on -‘Cats” in (he Chicago
Inter Ocean says : “M ahomet released
the cat from the depths into which it
had fallen. The M ussulmans say very
seriously that the cat of the prophet
was a being preferred for Heaven, con
sequently the animal family of which
it is a part is not devoid of divine attri
butes In confirmation of this assertion
they relate the following history : The
prophet was one day Jscated listening t
the voices of Heaven. The sleeve of
his vestment lay upon the ground. His
cat approached, curled herself up on the
Hoove and there reposed. A few uio
tnen’s after the hour of prayer sounded
The prophet wished to rise in order to
go to prayers, but could not. do it with
out disturbing the cat. which at that
moment appeared absorbed in profound
meditation and conversing with inner
voices. What was tube done? He
took a pair of scissors, cut off the piece
of sleeve on which the cat reposed, and
went to his devotions. Upon his return
the cat arose, and bowed by bending its
spine like a bow. Mahomet compre
hended what this proceeding signified,
and bestowed upon the cat his benedic
tion, and said: Thou asketh me for a
place in my paradise. Thou shall have
it. Then passing hi<* hand three times
over the back of the animal he added :
% this sign I give to thee and thine the
power of fallingonly on thy feet.’ One
perceives that Mahomet was generous.
This consideration of the phrophet to
wards felines, render them, like horse,
an object of veneration to the Mussul
mans. But it had especially the effect
of reviving the worship of the animal
in Egypt, where the law of the prophet
is in accord with the tradition. Since
then the cat resumes on the banks of
the Nile its rank as an idol. At the
present time even it is far from being
dethroned. It is no rarity fora Mus
sulman to leave, by will, a large life
annuity to his cat.”
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Dreaming.
What wondrous consolation comes to
ns in those blessed hours when the
body lies resting. Tie spirit roams at
will, nor distance space or time can
separate ■ s from our loved ones. The
treasures snatched away hy death are
ours again. Forms only dust to-day are
with us in by gone yeaxs. The same
tint of hair, the same shade of eyes ;
the same rich coloring of lips, and ex
panse of brow ; the same expression.
The peculiarities which endeared them
to our hearts, make dreaming a b'esssd
reality. H
How apt are we to exclaim when
waking ‘ Oh, could I dream the same
again !” Bereaved mother, you are
comforted when your baby is in your
arms again ; the little fingers thrill you
when wandering as of old. The wee
face breaks into smiles at your caress.
You would hold your baby thus for
ever. Alas! you must awake—awake
to find an empty cradle, empty arms
and a longing heart.
There is more pleasure in dreams
than in realities. The awakening em
bitters both. My sister, my brother,
have you awakened from the sunny
dreams of youth ? Are the hopes you
cherished dead? Have friends for
saken you ? His disease claimed you
for his prey ? Because that was so
bright, and this so dark, will you allow
your life to be a failure ? If you can
not be what you would, will you not be
what you can? Can you kindle ashes?
Will you live aright ?
Tiie Happy Man.—l noticed a
mechanic, among a numbet of others,
at work in a house erected but a little
way from my office who always appear
ed to be in a merry humor, who always
had a kind word and a cheerful smile
for every one he met. Let the day be
ever so eold, gloomy or sunless, a happy
smile danced a sunbeam upon his conn
tenance. Meeting him one morning 1
asked him to tell me the secret of his
ever happy fl >w of spiiits. lie repl ed,
“No secret doctor. I have one of the
best of wives and when I go to work
she always has a word of encouragement
for me ; when I go home she always
meets me with a tender kiss ; she is
sure to be ready with my meals ; and
she has done so many things during the
day to please me that I cannot find it
it) tny heart to speak unkindly to any
body.” What influence, then, hath
women over tlie heart of man, to soiten
it and to make it the fountain of cheer
ful and pure emotons ! Speak gently,
then ; a happy smile and a kind word
of greeting after the toils of the day
are over, cost nothing, and go far to
ward making a home happy and peace
ful.— Dr. Franl:lin.
A Lfsson in Adjectives.— “ Well
my son you have gut into grammar,
have you ?” said a proud sire to his
thickest chip the other night. “Let me
hear you compare some adjectives.”
Chip—“ All right dad. Little, less,
least; big bigger, biggest; mow, more,
most —”
Proud Fire—“ Hold on, sir; that is
not right ; you—”
Chip—” Toe, tore, toast : snow,
snore, snout; go, gore, gout; row, roar,
rout.”
Proud sire—“ Stop, I say those
adj--” . !
Chip—“ Drink, drank, drunk ; stink,
stank stunk ; chink, chank. chunk—” j
Proud Sire—“ You infernal little
fool ! What in thunder —”
Chip—“ Good, better, best; wood,
wetter, west; bad, wusser, worst; bile,
biler, billerest; sew, sewer, sup; pew, j
poor, pupoueh, oh gemimi ! o-o-O-W !”
The outraged parent had broken in
to the recitation with a boot-jack.
During the past season about ten
persons a d..y have visited the summit
of Like’s Peak, Col.
Gypsies.
AY ho and whall he G ypsies are, whenee
they came, and what t.ngue they speak,
have been questions that have encaged
the atteutiou of learned men for three
hundred years, the first specimen of
Rommany having been printed as long
ago as the year 151*7 by a writer who
thought the gypsies were Nubians. —
They have been called, besides, Egyp
tians, Copts, Tartars and Bohemians;
but the English Gypsies call themselves
the sous and daughters of Rome. They
first appeared in England near the end
ot the loth century, roaming about in
bands, ana encamping by roadsides and
in lonely places. The women tdd for
tunes as they dj now ; and, as they are
now, the men were tinkers, basket ma
kers. and braziers. Foot) it was obser
ved that the presence of a gypsies tribe
caused a murrain among pigs, whose
dead bodies their womeu would beg ;
the poultry yards were thinned, horses
disappeared, and after the fortune tel
ler had left the house small urtichs of
value were apt to be missed. It was
suspected, too, in time of Elizabeth,
that they harbored the Roman Catholic
piiosts, and for some years a great and
terrible persecution was carried on
against them. The persecution has
long ceased, but the manners of the p o
ple have not changed ; they roam from
place to place, they live in tents,
they sp ak their own tongue, they
obey no laws, the women still tell for
tunes, the men .“till make baskets. They
are harmless and gentle enough as a
rule; they do not intermarry with the
outer world, and they scorn to be eon>
founded with the vagabonds and hawk
ers, whose evil doings have beet, but too
often set down to their account. — Ad
vance.
A Baby Mofikey.
Wc take this amusing little bit about
a baby uiorkey from an exchange. It
is wandering around credited by no
one; but it sounds very much like
Buck land :
lie was a little bit of a follow, about
as large as a kitten, and had a tail as
long as his mother’s,but he looked very
old in the face. W hen I first went to
see him the mother monkey was hold
ing him in her arms, but presently he
crawled to the floor, then out through
the bars and uponjny knee. I thought
it strange rhat the mother WjS not afraid
to lose it; but strange when I moved
my hand to stroke it, back went the lit
tie monkey, swift as u dart into its
mother’s arms. Pretty sopu he crawled
away again, and then 1 saw that toe,
mother monkey had hold of the tip
of his tail with her finger and as the
little one crawled away from her she
let him go as far a* she could re eh
but never let go of his tail; and when
anybody moved a hand to touch him
she pulled him back into the cage. She
never seemed to relax this hold by day
or night till the little fellow was two
months old. But her mother insticts
were very marked even then. The cage
contained a “liapy family” of dogs, cats
monkeys and guinea pigs, sleeping in
one box together, so when the little
monkey crept out of his mother’s arm,
she would reach down into the box end
take up a little pupp, or k iten, or
guinea pig, and nurse and fondle it
just as though it were her owu. She
did not seem quite contented without
some sort of a young thing in her mot -
erly arms.
Faith.
It is said that one day, when Bona
parte was reviewing s mie troops, the
bridle of his horse shpped from his hand,
and bis horse galloped off. A common
soldier ran, and laying hold of the
bridle brought back the horse to the
Emperor’s hand, when be said to the
man :
“Well done, Captain.”
“Of what regiment Sire?” inquired,
the soldier.
“Of the Guards,” answered Napoleon
pleased with bis instant belief in his
w and.
The Emperor rode off. the sol tier
threw down his musket, though he had
no epaulet on his shoulders, no swo 1 and
by his side, nor any other mark of ad
vaueement, heron and joined the staff
of commanding officers. They laughed
at him and said :
“What right have y-m here ?”
“I am Captain of the Guards,” he
rep! icd.
They were amazed, but bo said:
“ The Emperor has said so and there
fore I am ”
In the like manner through the word
of God: “He that believeth has ever
lasting life.” L t>ot cm firmed by the
feelings of the believer; he ought to take
the word of God as true, because he
said it, and thus honor Him as a God
of truth, aud rejoice with j"y unspeaka
ble.
Avery amiable and modest widow
lady lived in a certain county. Soon
after her husband had paid the debt of
nature, leaving her his legatee, a claim
was brought against the estate by his
brother, and a process was served upon
her by the sheriff of the county, who
happened to be a widower of middle
a-c. She was much alarmed, and
meeting with a female friend, she ex
claimed, with agitation :
“What do you think ? The sheriff
has been after me !” •
“Well,” said the laJy, with perfect
coolness, ‘“ie is a very fine man.
“But lie says he has an attachment
for me,” replied the widow.
“Well, I have long suspected that lie
was attached to you, my dear.
••But you don’t understand : he says
I must go to court.”
“() ! that’s quite another affdr, my
child ; don’t you go s> far as that—it
is his place to come and court you.”
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The (ihjeeiion Mtikei'i
It will always be a nice aud difficult
question to decide who are the most
i ll sagreeable pe plo to live with. Our
j fust though's, in framing an answer to
| this questi hi, will be directed to tint
myre ugly and venomous passions —•
such as hatred, envy■. jealousy, and the'
1 ke. It will probably be found, how
ever, that those qualities which count
under the head of foibles rather than of
voices render people most intolerable as
! companions and coadjutors. For ex
| ample, it may be observed that those
pers ns have a more worn, jaded and
dispirited look than any others, who
have to live with people who make dif
ficulties on every occasion,great or small.
It is astonsihing to sec how this prac
tice of making difficulties grows into ;v
confirmed habit of mind, and what dis*—
heartenment it occasions. The savor of
)if is taken out of it when you know
that nothing you propose, or do, or sug
gest —hope fur or to endeavor—will
meet any resp mse but an unmneraiion
of the difficulties that will lie in the
pith you wish to travel. The difficulty
monger is to be met with not. only in
doin *stic and fo 5a 1 life, but in
business It not unlVequontly occurs*
in business relations that the chief will
never by any chatioe receive, without
many objections and much bringing
forward u f possible difficulties, anything
that is brought to him by Lis subordi
nates. They at last cease to take pains,
knowing that no amount of pains wilt
prevent tl? ir work being and all with in a
spirit of ingenious objectiveness. At
ast they say to themselves, “The bet
ter the thing wc present, the more op
portunity he will have for developing
his unpleasant talent of objoetivonoss,
and his imaginative power of inventing
difficulties.” —Arfliur Jf< //>s.
Is I'oTcrlr a Crime l
If it is, then there are many crimi**
mils, for many arc too poor to live in
any sort of decent comfort.
The standard of honesty and excel
lence, in the minds of many men, is
money. Give an individual plenty of
money—fill his barns, and examine his
titie napors to broad acres of land on
which no mortgage lies ; and what
a multitude of faults are hidden be
neath these things! Wcalili hides
more sins than anything else. “He
was poor, but an honest man.” Ah r
there it is. “poor” vet “honest,” they
say, as if the two conditions were rarely
joined. And that’s the way the world
feels towards poverty. (’rime and
poverty go hand in hand in the minds'
of two many of us.
If men would learn to honor an J
trust each other for their intiinsie worth
—their wealth of mind and soul—their
talent, genius, industry, sobriety, etc.,
be lie rich or poor; and a lower esti
mate were put upon th ir purse ; wo
would he happier, wiser and better
Genius would often be rewarded and
belter appreciated. “Door yet honest
men would be stimulated to higher eX>
ertions. A man should he honored
and applauded for what he is, and not
for what he has It was not your men
of wealth who gave to the world the
steam engine, the telegraph, the sewing
machine, and thousands of other useful
and scientific inventions which have
revolutionized the civilized world, nor
is it wealth that now puts its hands in
the grease.
I low He Got Out.
John says: 1 met a man in Cali Torn in
who would tell uie a story. He said :
“I knew a fellow in the States once,
old Bill Smith : lie was the worst old
dead beat you ever saw. He’d chase a
mosquito eight miles |with a pair ot
lemon squeezers if he thought he could
get one cent for the oil. He got mar
ried on tick and has slept on tick ever
since. He was so mean that once when
he had a cent in his pocket, to keep
his wife from getting ir he made hi*
oldest b<y swallow i*, and that boy wn*
a copperhead all through the war. Lid
was going down the Mississippi in a
steamboat. When the collect ion was
being taken up, he got out on the guard
to hide, and he fell over boat and. The
water was a hundred feet deep and two
miles wide, and the best wafer to drown
a man in 1 ever saw. Bill couldn’t
swim a stroke, but, stranger, be gut
out.
Says I, “how.”
“Says he, “he just took r.nd walked
straight ashore.”
Says I, “how could he walk ashore iu
water one hundred feet deep.”
Says he, “stranger do yuu want to
know very bad.”
Says I, “yes, I do, real bad/’
Says lie, “well, stringer, that Bill
Smith was such a big sponge he jest
soaked aW the water up y and then walked
right ashore.”
Tiie Village Parer —“The little
Village paper” is the best paper in
the world. No other contains the
marriages and deaths, to say nothing of
divorces and births ; no other relates
the aecidens happening before the doois
of the villagers; no other gives the
time of the next ball, picnic or political
meeting; no other diseussc- the affairs
of the town and county, the arrival cf
new goeds on the merchants counter*-,
or of anew hat on the editor’s desk.
Without a paper the town that has ever
enjoyed a well managed one, feels indeed
1 st. The weU edited village paper is
the most welcome visitor at the door of
the villager and farmer, and is, in the
same proportion, the best medium lor
advertising.
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The Washington coirespondent of
the Louisville Courier-Journal says
that the total expenses in transporta’i r>
of troops, etc., to help Kellogg rob ai di
steal, will e-t the tax-payers from 0,
to §1,000,000.